GOOGLE READER

I love Google Reader – I don’t have to go to each one of my favorite blogs every day to see if there’s something new – I just open my Reader and all the updates to my favorite pages are listed there.

Most of them show the complete page, photos, etc. on Reader. A few show only a portion of the post, but I believe that is the option of the owner of the page, at least at WordPress, it is.

Do you use a Reader? If so, which one do you like?

RANDOM STUFF

Joe Nichols is a funny Arkansas boy. Saw him on CMA Celebrity Closeup the other night.
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Brad Paisley has some great songs out now. Love them, almost as much as chocolate.
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Jimmy Dean’s frozen Ham and Cheese omelets make a good 2-minute breakfast. They’re cheap, too.
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My sister-in-law and I went this evening to an Ice Cream Social at a park in a neighboring small town. Heat was unbearable, but food was good.
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A headache on a hot day is not a pleasant thing. I took a Tylenol – I think chocolate would have helped more.
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My daughter has had a Mac attack! She has replaced her PC with a Mac like she uses at work. She’s very happy about it.
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Even chocolate won’t help me understand how a Florida mother could not know where her tiny daughter is now and has been for the past month and a half. I hope they find the little girl safe somewhere.

LIFE’S QUESTIONS

Why is the volume on commercials twice as loud as the programs? I know – I know – it’s to get our attention.

But does it ever work when commercial time also is:

  • Go to the kitchen and refill your drink [or grab a snack] time.
  • Run to the bathroom and take care of business time.
  • Make that quick phone call time.
  • Actually talk to the other person in the room time.
  • Flip to the onscreen TV Guide to see what’s coming on next time.
  • Put the TV on MUTE so you can read or think your own thoughts for two minutes time.

So, what do you do during commercials? Tell me.

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PLAYING PIANO AT CHURCH

When I was a child, our social life consisted of visiting with our few neighbors and the relatives who lived close by and going to church. We had no vehicle so our travels were limited.

As a child, I loved to sing and would insist that my Mom sing hymns with me. I also wanted to play the piano. I would sit at the table and pretend it was my piano and “play” on it.

When I was 11 or so, my parents bought me a piano and I started taking piano lessons. I was in heaven.

After enough lessons to read the notes, I got out the church hymnbook. I picked out one song and practiced it until I could play it well. When the piano player at our little country church [also my schoolteacher] learned that I was playing a [as in one] hymn at home, she decided I should play for the church services.

Not having TV or any of today’s distractions, I spent much of my time learning new songs. Other than practicing my piano lessons, my time was spent flipping thru the hymn book and learning to play more songs.

So, each Sunday, the choir would sing whatever songs I had learned to play. I wonder now how the adults felt having a 12 year old picking out all the songs for Sunday services. Before too long though because I loved the songs so, I could sight read well enough to play most any of the songs in the hymnal.

We also started attending the singing conventions which was held monthly in our county. When I was 13, I joined a quartet as pianist and alto singer. The guys in the quartet were all very talented and soon we were doing concerts at churches all over the county and surrounding area – sometimes two or three times a week.

I know it was hard on my Dad. He was working, farming and also going everywhere that the quartet went. At that age, it wasn’t exactly proper for me to run around with three guys my Dad’s age by myself. But he never complained and always seemed to enjoy it.

My Mom was not well during this time and my brother had to stay at home with her when we were gone. I suspect he resented me at times even though he never said anything.

When I decided to get married, I was also working and living in the next county, so I left the group.

I still haven’t lost my love for the music though. Gospel music with four voices in close harmony is still one of the sweetest sounds to my ears.

ONE-ROOM SCHOOLHOUSE

My first year of school was spent in a one-room schoolhouse, which was actually a church building also. Miss Vada was the teacher of all eight grades.

[Both photos on this page were taken a number of years after I attended school there.]

About this time, the school was consolidated into the county’s largest school district, but allowed to continue in the community as a “wing” school of the district.

By my second year, the big new school building up on the hill had been finished. There were two rooms with four grades in each one.

And two outhouses – one for girls, one for boys. After a few years, the modern bathrooms with outside entrances were hooked up. Of course, a lot of time they weren’t working properly, so we still used the outhouses then.

There was also a lunch room so our lunch was provided. Our school lunches were home cooked meals prepared by a local lady (the cook hired by the district) – not much meat, mostly veggies, cornbread, soups, cheese, etc. I remember being one of the few students who liked the lima beans that we had quite often.

Of course, having two classrooms meant there were two teachers. Miss Jerri had the 1st thru 4th grades and Miss Vada had 5th thru 8th grades. Later, a third room was added.

There was a huge schoolyard with the woods behind the building. Eventually a basketball court was built and we had actual games. The only problem was it was built at the edge of the property and sometimes the ball ended up rolling down onto the highway below.

We never had any playground equipment like the schools have today, but we always managed to enjoy recess immensely. We created our own entertainment back in the “olden days.” I was quite good at jumping rope.

After my graduation from the eighth grade, I rode the bus to the “big city” for ninth grade and high school. Our class graduated again from ninth grade – this was the first year the district had a junior high school.

Our country school stayed open for another 12 years or so, then was closed and the kids were bused to the county seat for classes.

Both the church building and school building still exist. The school building is now the Community Building.